"I was alone." Moana confirmed as her dark eyes dropped to the space behind her. Every time she had stumbled across a letter, she had been alone. "Anyone could have stumbled across it but-" Her voice cut as she turned to look back up at Ned. "Each time it was me. I was the one who found it and the letter was the same each time. It's like it was meant for me." She didn't want to over play her importance but she couldn't shake the feeling.

Moana paused again, trying to organize her thoughts. "I tried to find out who left it but I couldn't." One of the letters had been left in the kitchen and Moana had searched for the person who might have left it there. She hadn't been able to find anything.

At his second question, she nodded her head. Moana had already answered this question when she told him that it said the same thing each time but she hadn't told him what the message had been about. "It was asking me to do something. I didn't want to do it. So I destroyed the letter. The next day, another one appeared." Her fingers reached behind her, curling protectively around the envelop that she had left beneath the peach tree. "I thought if I didn't do it. Then the letter might go to someone else. So I thought of a way that might stop it." She didn't know for sure but she loved the people here and she wanted to protect them.